Considering I now have a really bad back due to quickies and affairs with mops and tall structures which led to rigorous movements of mus-ckles (muscles) I never knew existed – I guess my hopes of becoming a professional cleaner has just gone bust! And if i thot that would help me save from paying someone to teach me to use those musckles for reasons of health and … trying not to venture into areas of having too much fatty deposits … alas, an option now up in smoke…
And talking about smoke… since I am also very challenged in the getting directions right area (directionally challenged??), taxi driver dreams have also diminished – future passengers would not only be crying, they would also be paying more cos meter would be running excessively – not because I’m intended to overcharge them but cos I cant find my way towards their destination. My grandmother (on my mother’s side mind you) can now rest in peace and not ever worry about this one particular descendant of hers (who cant really see over the steering wheel) ever venturing into this form of labor (hhhhmmm but I did tell her it was an honest job)…
Sigh… sooooo now… the safest best would be join the arena of exotic wines, spirits and second hand smoke – become a bartender! Just think about it – I don’t necessarily have to drink, just learn how to mix drinks riiiiitr… i’m only required to be awake from like 5 pm onwards to the wee hours of the morning… then i can sleep! Yes, my life would be like those out of Vampires Diaries or the Twilight sagas of this world – a creature of the nite! wwwwooooaaaah… sounds kinda kewl!
But I can foresee certain challenges in that area too – for instance, lacking of finesse in the consumption of spirits area, and considering height is also one of my natural gifts I can’t change (unless I go to China), customers may only hear me, not see me… unless I specially work at one that has loads of foot stools and ladders … tho a cousin of mine seems to think it may not be profitable cos future husband, future husband’s friends and cousins might just wipe out everything before I can even try to sell anything … yes, quite an interesting predicament, don’t you think?
After numerous sessions of mentally seeing self in a different state of life career options… maybe, just maybe, I could become a Christmas tree contractor (I’d have to live in Canada tho)… and I did read that collecting trash in developed countries actually does pay well… again, I’d have to move to a different continent… I do see myself becoming a crime-scene cleaner (since this country does seem to have an increasing number of people liking to cause others bodily harm)… tho I may eventually become known as the specialist who faints before cleaning at every crime scene ( I get woozy seeing blood!)…
Toll booth collector also sounds good since the authorities have developed a certain fetish for making road users pay for every single tarred area but thinking of hands moving in and out of the small window … i might just end up having mucles and toned on just one side, while the other … sigh.. Embalming would be good but hey, putting make up and colour on beings with no life, I might end up living a life of prolonged nightmares! A dogwalker also came to mind but… can u imagine me walking a Doberman?! I rest my case. Maybe a dog psychologist then??? Yes, imagine me having “silent conversations” or even better, “woof woofing” away with them canines. Sounds kewl…
What would be the next option I have in terms of career change and living an interesting and fulfilling life? I cant seem to think but at this point in time, everything else sounds darned good from what i currently do!
In Tarot cards, when one draws The Hermit card, it signifies the need we sometimes have to follow our own path, with only our own inner light to guide us.
The Future : I need to think more.
